My sweet Maggie Pie, my piddle wad, my friend.

So today, I found out that my faithful furry friend of 10 years, has cancer. He has had numerous tumors for some time now. Before they were just fatty tumors, so the vet said if they do not hinder his ability to walk...do not worry about them. But he recently has had one on his leg, grow at a super fast rate. It is now measuring 7 inches. My mom, took him into the vet. Not an easy feat, because Magnum, is SUPER scared of the vet. READ, teeth bared, lips back, looking more like a vicious kenid, rather then the sweet maggie that we know and love. Normally they have to  muzzle him and sedate him. Anyways, they took a sample of the tumors, and some of them are just the fatty tumors that he had before. But the HUGE one on his leg, is cancerous, and so is a smaller one on his neck. So sad. So they are taking him into a surgeon on Friday to find out their options, and see if they can operate and remove the tumor without amputating his leg. The tumor might be too deep however, and it might be inside the tendons etc, so it may not even be a possibility. It is not really worth it to amputate the leg, and put him through that at his age, and I guess he may even have a tumor in his brain at this point, that is causing him to yawn constantly. I am so sad. He is my Magnesium Piddle Wad. So hopefully on Friday, we will have good news.
When we first got Magnum, it was my Freshman year. It was Tolo, and we were on our way to my brothers baseball game. We stopped at Safeway to pick up snacks. Little did we know, that we would be getting more then gatorade and beef jerky (my bros fav). They were giving away black lab/airedale pups in front of Safeway. He was the last one, and my mom and I instantly fell in love with his puppy breath, and sweet brown eyes. We hadn't told my dad, that we were even thinking of getting a puppy, (before this, we were a strictly cats only house). So we decided to come up with a manly name, to make my dad like him more. So since my dad is into guns and hunting, we decided on Magnum. He was the sweetest. Everyone always commented on his HUGE paws. We knew he was going to be a beast. And he was. He is the silliest, craziest, most sweetest dog I know. After I moved out of my house, I would come by to watch him when my mom went out of town. We would go to the lake and he would swim for hours and hours. On our way back, we would always go and grab cheeseburgers, Magnum always taking the other dogs cheeseburgers away, and finishing up any leftovers. He was my teddy bear. I love his old man beard, and eyebrows, and how he does the "lion king" with his toys. I love how he makes "O" Sounds when my mom rubs his back...or if he is rubbing his face on the carpet. He is absolutely 100% devoted to my mom. One of my favorite memories, was when my brother and I would pretend to beat up my mom, my mom would scream for Magnum to help. Knight in Shining armour, he would come and jump up on us and push us down. My mothers hero :)

Sometimes, when his hair is long enough, it looks as though he has dread locks... Giving him the affectionate nickname of  "Buffalo Soldier, Dreadlock Rasta" from a Bob Marley song.
He is our Marley, and although our time with him is short, he has taught us many things.  He was the best first dog, that anyone could ever have, and although he gave us some troubles in the beginnings. (READ, being an escape artist through the hood of Sultan, getting caught by the police, and ending up being locked in a storm water storage pond. Not once...but like 4 times. There was many times my mother had to go and feed him through the fence, until someone could come and let him out...IN THE MORNING.  He probably has mug shots somewhere...I should ask around). Anyways though, all the trouble was worth it. He was/IS an amazing dog, and I feel, SO LUCKY to have been able to have him in our life. He may have been a "throw-away" pup. But he was the best.
I will miss and love you forever big Galoot.
My buffalo soldier,
Love, your sister
-Boo.

I am a lyrical poet...in case you didnt know it!!

So, this is super random..but I figured it would be fun to post a little bit of my crazy. I don't think you all are ready for my full level of crazy...so I shall give you a glimpse.
Do any of you...ever think of and create songs about your animals...to the tune or beat of other songs!? I have SOO many about my girls. I am pretty sure this stemmed back from when I was little...my mom would come up with songs about our cats. I remember with my savage cat Barley...it was no different. She came home one day, and she said that she had come up with a song about him. Well, my mom, being the genius that she is, she even created her own beats to the songs. I don't think I am that creative. However, it went something like this, "Barlow Barlow Barlow, Barlow Kitty Boy, Barlow Barlow Barlow, Barlow Kitty boy, bapapapappapaa" And then it was on repeat...for oh say like 10 times. No bridge, no chorus...oh wait..maybe that was the chorus. But anyway, I digress.
So Nemo and Sully.
They should feel so lucky they have their own songs.
When I got Sully, I made up a song to the beat of "strange things from Toy Story" This little number, goes something like this,
"Neem was on top of the world living high, She had it right in her pocket. Neem was living the life, and things were just the way they should be. When from out of the sky, like a bomb, dropped little baby Sully. Now all of a sudden some strange things are happening to neem, She had friends, she had lots of friends, but now all her friends stay at home, and shes doing the best she can..to carry on"
Or to the full house theme song.
" Whatever happened to the little baby Sully? The chuggington, the chug alug...even Neemie?" 
This doesn't just apply to my girls...this applies to everything in my life...maybe I should become a rapper? I really don't see why not. I spit rhymes, like it is nobodies business...just call me Bugsta Rhymes.
Oh wait...that is already my nickname. FORGOT.
"Ground control, to major Sham"
My Seester..Kristine and I used to also see this lady with a voice box, we made up a song about it done to the tune of  "Ice Box" by Omarion.
"Ive got this voice box where my larynx used to be...So raspy So Raspy So Raspy" Yeah.. its genius...dont' act like your not impressed.
Anyways...this is really just random...but it was on my mind. Thought I would share :)
Pretty sure I am amazing at beat boxing, AND I spit rhymes...look out for my album..it will be going platinum. JUST SAYIN'
Okay...bye for now!
Love you, Miss, you, Never Change

CA-RAZY Dream!

I forgot to post before, about my dream that happened last eve.
Forgive me if it is dicey, and does not make sense. All I know..is I was excited, and never wanted it to end.
So anyways, back to the dream.
"My brother had to bring home the elephant from school, so he could watch it for the weekend. It was a baby elephant (which just so happened to be full freaking size!!) and he thought that if we put him in our backyard, my dad would not notice. WRONG. It was all fun and games, until the elephant decided to dig holes...excuse me...not just holes...but like CRATERS in our lawn. One day, I went out there, and the elephant had made itself a crater bathtub and was just going to town. Splish Splash, he was taking a bath...and it was on a saturday night :)
I went back in the house...and my dad had just gotten home. My brother was MIA, mind you..for all of this..I kept looking over at the neighbors house to see what they were thinking...and their fence kept disappearing..and reappearing. It was a judo mind fuck. Then I ran back out to go and visit mr. elephant again, and what do you know...all I see is his foot! He had completely grown *all this in a matter of a weekend mind you* to a monstrosity of a creature. It was fabulous.
At this point, my brothers cover was blown, and my dad paged him from this very fancy invention that he had....weird...invented? It looked like a Ham Radio..and there was lots of lights on it....
That was basically where it ended...but it was awesome. I tried to go back to sleep to finish...No such luck.
Damn maybe next time.
Love you times PI

Day number 1!

I got a blog! FINALLY! I have been talking about this day, for what, EVER?! Well at any rate, I am excited. I hope that I remember to post, and that it will be interesting and fun, and maybe...MAYBE at least one person will read it, and it brings them joy. I hope it makes them want to vom cupcakes and unicorns and rainbows. This is my wish. Anyways, today was mostly just a lazy day for Sully and I. Since I decided not to make the 5 hr journey to Washington this weekend, (which makes me sad, for many a reasons), I pretty much have the 3 day weekend all to myself. YEAH! So...Sully and I laid around in bed for a bit, then I got up and made banana pancakes..which I COMPLETELY forgot that the batches make like 15 or so. Cool. So I ate two of the pancakes...and then thought in my little betty crocker mind..that "OH!, I will cook the rest of them..so that way I have leftovers". This was foolish, because number 1.) I do not eat these kinds of leftovers. And Number 2.) I left the pancakes on the griddle for oh...say like an hour. I finally remembered them...ran back to the kitchen...HARD AS FREAKING ROCKS! Im not even joking you..I could have probably played fetch with Sully with them for like 2 hrs...if she were to retrieve, but that is another story entirely. Anyways, so after that...cleaned my savage apartment. Went to the Saturday Market in Salem. Which I am SUPER happy, that it has finally started up again! I am so excited to go almost every Saturday, and buy fresh organic veggies, and huge bouquets of flowers, and cheese...and of course the doggy pajama lady. Whom we never ever buy any pjs from her...but she is the sweetest nonetheless, and she remembers Sully...so we go and visit Grandma nut. Anyways, everyone was admiring Sully...she is quite an attention whore, I must say. This creepy random guy on a bike walked past me, stared at me creepily, and said under his breath. BEAUTIFUL..AND smacked his lips together and licked them. VOM.. So I stopped in my tracks, and seriously pondered if he was even talking to me. The man, may or may not have been homeless. I concluded that he must have been talking about Sully. Yeah. Silly. Me. Next thing I know...he is coming around again. This time, he gets THISCLOSE to me, on his bike...whizzes by, on his bicycle, and whispers to me...again...while eyeing me with his Jeffrey Dahmer eyes..."You are so Extremely Beautiful" ICK! Sham, and I high-tailed it out of there! That was the end of creepy saturday market day. After then, we had to run a few more errands, and then finally took Sully to the dog park! It was so beautiful out today! We ran around for a bit, and she played with some friends....she was admired..of course. It is so funny, when people ask me what kind of breed she is. I just say, Chug. Like they are supposed to know what that is. 9 out of 10 times...they say OH! Chow and Pug..like they just had an epiphany. Um. No. She does not look like a chow...nor does she act like one...and excuse me...she is 20 lbs...arent' they huge and fluffy...and stuff. People are strange. After then, went home, made an epic veggie stew. It was what dreams are made of. I invited over looey berry, and she helped me eat said stew...and we talked of dramz, and things in general. Fav Quotes of the night:
"I David Blained' the shit out of him"
"Levitation Bitches"
"OHHH LOOKY, I lOVE Lynchings"
"Please just call me Dahm"
Heart you looey, for all that you do...You are my rock. No one else understands our creepy. I love looking at murder books, and discussing autopsies with you in the wee hours of the AM.
All this, while drinking wine (for me), Whipped Vod for her, and then proceeding to have sorbet for dessert, soaked in alchy. AMAZEBALLS.
Just sayin..I went 6 to midnight

Then took Sully out, creepy guy carrying a bag, of who knows what, probably duct tape, a shovel, and chloroform, came around the corner and scared the beejeezus out of me. He turned out to be alright...or maybe he just didn't want me as his victim..who knows.

Tomorrow...probably clean, adventures with looey bug, and I think...MAYBE...If I get lucky...MAYBE, we will go and see Tech N9ne and Andre Nickatina in Eugene. EEEK. That would be epic. We shall see though.

Until next time.
Love you times PI